Friday, July 13, 2007

What are the odds ?

They come from the same place. It makes me wonder if maybe the nuclear plants are a little leaky in Mongolia.

Worlds apart: The moment the tallest man met the shortest

By CLAIRE BATES, Daily Mail

In terms of height they are worlds apart.

The world's tallest man, Bao Xishun today shook hands with He Pingping who claims to be Earth's shortest.

But these two men actually hail from the same region of Inner Mongolia.

While Mr Xishun, 56, towers above everyone at an astonishing 7.9ft, 19-year-old Mr Pingping is a mere 2.4ft high.

Bao Xishun, a herdsman from Chifeng, Inner Mongolia, was recently married in a traditional ceremony to a 28-year-old saleswoman from his hometown. At 5ft 6" Xia Shujian only comes up to his elbow and is half his age.

He claims he was of normal height until he was 16 when he experienced a growth spurt and reached his present height seven years later.

Mr Xishun was confirmed as the tallest person by the Guinness Book of Records last year.

Mr Pingping was born nearby in Wulanchabu city, Inner Mongolia. His father claims he was only the size of an adult's palm at birth.

He is now seeking to be registered as the world's shortest man by the Guinness Book of Records. He could be in for a disappointment though. While Mr Pingping is 73cms tall, the current holder of the title Lin Yih-Chih was measured as 67.5cm.



Wednesday, July 11, 2007

Vehicular Mayhem Most Fowl

** If you are an animal lover and are particularly tender-hearted (like my dear wife), this is not the story for you. Please check back for a story more suitable to your sensibilities. You've been warned. **

The scene: Potter Marsh, a wet land adjacent to the Seward Highway, just south of where the highway goes from 4 lane divided highway to 2 lane rural highway. Goggle Earth "Potter Marsh, Anchorage, AK" if you want to see the layout.

The time: 1030am Saturday July 7, 2007 (7-7-7 to numbers freaks).

It was a nice clear morning that Saturday. Vehicle A (I don't remember if it was a car or a truck. It's Alaska so it's safe to picture it in your mind as an SUV) traveled along the Seward Highway by Potter Marsh when the driver saw a group of ducks crossing the road.


Ducks walking in a row is always cute. Mom and her children just flip-flopping their way from hither to yon. Or from yon to hither. It's hard it tell.

Driver A stopped his vehicle so the ducks could make safe passage. Stopped his vehicle in the middle of the road. Just so I'm perfectly clear, the road is a highway and the speed limit is 55 mph. Driver A was at this point going 0 mph. Which is great for the ducks. The ducks successfully got to the other side of the road.

Enter Driver B, presumably traveling 50-70mph. Driver B was driving an RV pulling a boat on a trailer. In terms of braking power, an RV with a boat trailer attached is a little like a train. Driver B was probably planning a weekend of fishing or camping. He was evidently not planning for a car to be stopped in the middle of the highway. Driver B did not take in the whole situation until he was too close to stop his vehicle in the traditional manner.

Faced with this situation Driver B has three choices. 1) He can swerve into oncoming traffic and thereby endanger himself and the cars in the other lane. There are plenty of fatality head-on collisions on the Seward Higway. 2) He can lay on the brakes and strike Driver A's vehicle, which could also cause a serious if not fatal accident (as well as potentially involve the other lane of traffic as well). Luckily he chose 3) brake like the dickens and hit the ditch to the right of Driver A.

Oh, and he plowed into the family of ducks, killing most of them.

Let's recap, shall we?

Guy stops for wee little duckies. Other guy doesn’t expect the first guy to stop (on a highway) and has to maneuver quickly. The safest path was through the original wee duckies.

It took a tow truck to get the RV and boat out of the ditch but what stuck me was the sheer amount of twisted irony along the side of that road.



Duck Photo: http://www.rfbd.org/Ducks.jpg

Monday, July 09, 2007

The Godfather of Soil

Some government employees get quoted sounding like total goobs.

Vegetation vandal strikes

Trees, flowers dug up and stolen from lush garden in Airport Heights

Someone who swiped trees and flowers from a lush East Anchorage garden last week has neighbors scratching their heads.

Is a plant thief on the prowl? Or is someone targeting Ray Ward, a James Brown impersonator who sometimes tends his garden until the early morning hours?

After all, colorful flower baskets still hang undisturbed outside other homes on Norene Street. And it was the second time this summer someone sabotaged Ward's landscaping.

The first time, they dug up some flowers and stole hanging plants, Ward said. This time, it was much worse.

"They took almost everything," Ward said glumly, sweeping his hands across a grassy lawn pocked with holes where trees and flowers once grew.

An apple tree sapling, trunk snapped, lay in the yard. Scores of plucked daisies filled a nearby garbage can. Single flowers survived here and there, a bloom of snapdragons, a yellow poppy.

The garden was the best display on the block, especially the colorful stretch framing the chain-link fence, Ward's neighbors said Saturday. Purple wildflowers, gold begonias, pink petunias, daisies, dahlias, geraniums, tulips -- all added life and beauty to the neighborhood.

"You'd drive by and say, 'Oh, it's summer,' " said Lisa Schober. "Now I drive by and it looks like winter again."

"It's the kind of thing that shocks your sensibilities," said Ken Hudson, another neighbor. "There's way worse things, but this is just a sad statement."

The plants were stolen sometime Wednesday night, Ward said. He went to bed early after serving the homeless at a Fourth of July picnic in Mountain View.

When he awoke early the next morning, petals littered his driveway, reminding him of the first incident a month ago.

"I said, 'Oh no,' " he said, touching his chest. "My heart just was broken, just shattered."

George Thompson, a neighbor smoking on his porch across the street Saturday, said he saw a "crazed-looking" man walking repeatedly around the block the same night the plants were stolen. When Thompson approached the man to see what he was doing, the guy ran.

Thompson's nephews had been playing outside and said they saw the same man digging up Ward's garden, according to Thompson.

"It was pretty weird," he said.

Ward, when he's not doing his James Brown performance, is an intern for a company that helps low income people get back on their feet. He figures he invested about $3,000 in his garden.

He has no enemies he knows of, he said.

Police are investigating. Plant theft happens, but not often, said Eric Anderson, acting dispatch supervisor with the Anchorage Police Department.

He hears reports of potted flowers that get swiped outside houses a couple of times a year.

"People are crazy," he said. "What kind of strange criminal mind steals plants?"

Okay. So goob or not I stand behind my assessment.

But consider this: A man who gets his plants stolen AND is a James Brown impersonator IN ALASKA is just too bizarre. Carl Hiaasen would say: "na'ah, too far fetched for fiction."

Surely he is the only James Brown impersonator in Los Anchorage.

It certainly feels like a one-Brown town.

Sunday, July 08, 2007

Another reason to RSVP "no, thank you"

Dinner guest finds host's

wife, son in freezer


Sat Jul 7, 2007 10:28PM EDT

BRUSSELS (Reuters) - A Belgian man appeared in court on Friday after a woman at his dinner party found the bodies of his wife and stepson in the freezer as she put away the leftovers, prosecutors said.

The woman went to the police after discovering the 46-year-old woman and her 11-year-old son and officers arrested the man in the town of Verviers, near Liege in east Belgium, on Wednesday.

"She went to the freezer and that is what she saw. She then alerted the police," said Georges Lahaye of the local public prosecutors' office. Prosecutors want the suspect, aged 43, to be remanded in custody to allow more time for an investigation into the deaths.

Lahaye said the suspect had not made a confession.

He added that the couple argued a lot.


the couple argued a lot... ya'think?

Saturday, July 07, 2007

Accentuate The Positive #5 Sing

Chicagoist journalist and blogger Smussyolay tagged me with a meme of 5 things I do to stay positive. While writing it I discovered I needed to write it in more than one post.
Here's the fifth thing:

Sing

Like the Bloodhound Gang's Jimmy Pop, I sing like an amputee: can't hold a note, can't carry a tune. Yet...

I love to sing along with the car stereo when driving alone. At work I can break into a Richard Cheese-esque bad lounge version of a popular song or do my very poor Bob Dylan impression singing rap songs. It's like karaoke night without alcohol.

I learned from Terri not to care about singing the wrong words.

I still sing “She’s like a one winged dove, sings a song sounds like she’s screamin’ ooh-ooh-ooh,” (because if I was a dove, and I lost a wing, I’d be screaming too).

I don’t know what the hell those Manfred Mann characters were smoking but evidently they were “wrapped up like a douche in the aroma of the night,” as far as I’m concerned.

Kelli and I do goofy duets. Just for us. Just for fun. Just because it's positive expression.

Accentuate The Positive #4 Write

Chicagoist journalist and blogger Smussyolay tagged me with a meme of 5 things I do to stay positive. While writing it I discovered I needed to write it in more than one post.
Here's the fourth thing:
Write



Usually I don’t know how I feel about something until I write it out. Being forced to chose my words carefully forces me to chose the words which best convey my thoughts. Parsing and editing focuses my meaning. Sometimes it opens up a whole new series of questions.

Working it out gives me perspective and perspective leads to positive things.

Accentuate The Positive #3 Remember

Chicagoist journalist and blogger Smussyolay tagged me with a meme of 5 things I do to stay positive. While writing it I discovered I needed to write it in more than one post. Here's the third thing:


Remember
12 hrs a day (16hrs one day last week) I hear from / about people in crisis. Heck, I have coworkers and friends and family in crisis every so often too.

Yet I live in relative affluence, in a free country
(okay, it's getting a little dicey right now but we'll pull out of it).

I'm very happily married. I have a great job. I have a great family and wonderful friends (some might suggest better than I deserve).

Comparatively I have no problems. I'd be a whiny little shit to have all of what I have and still complain.

Friday, July 06, 2007

Anarchy = Idiocy


Someone has been messing with the National Weather Service.
Read this Chicagoist article. 
http://www.chicagoist.com/2007/06/14/weather_scammer.php 
Go ahead, I'll wait.
 
All done? Good.
Now explain to me the reason anyone would submit fake weather reports.
My second, most cynical, thought was that it had to be someone whose
budget would increase due to severe weather condition statistics.
This follows the same reason why some forest fires are started by fire fighters.
Create your own clients and it's like legally printing your own money, right?
 
My third thought was that it was part of the Meteorlogical Mafia,
the Low-Pressure La Cosa Nostra.
But my first thought was it was some older teen or young adult trying to
express their angst by raging against the machine.
I can understand this to some extent. If you are young and idealistic and have
more energy than
knowledge, it's nice to stick it to The Man.
But the National Weather Service?  Of all the services government provides,
weather information is one of the most useful and equally distributed.
Dear Mr Weather Spammer (because I’ll bet you a qwattah it’s not a female),
You are an idiot.  
What, the internet isn’t entertaining enough for you? Haven’t you heard of porn?
Online gaming? Even blogs, for goodness sake. Get a hobby.
I’d suggest polymer clay but I’m afraid the Xacto knives would be too dangerous
for you.
Perhaps Play-doh is more your speed.
 Hugs,
 E
 
Love the government, hate the government but participate in the government.  
It’s
America, you’re allowed to do so. Anarchy is for losers.

Accentuate The Positive #2 Clay

Chicagoist journalist and blogger Smussyolay tagged me with a meme of 5 things I do to stay positive. While writing it I discovered I needed to write it in more than one post. Here's the second thing:

Clay

I’m not all that good at it (yet) but it’s something I have to use my full attention to do. It frees my mind from thinking – thinking – thinking. Plus when something works out well there’s a feeling of accomplishment.

Buscemi07

And I have given almost everything decent away to someone, so there’s the joy of giving. Which reminds me. I have a cross to put in the mail.

Oh, the indecent things - Auto-erotic Asphyxia Gumby, for example. I keep for myself.

AEAGumby

Accentuate the Positive #1 Pause

Chicagoist journalist and blogger Smussyolay tagged me with a meme of 5 things I do to stay positive. While writing it I discovered I needed to write it in more than one post. So here's the first thing:

Pause


After my initial anxiety / panic / agoraphobia thing I met with a therapist twice.

I have no interest in Freudian / Jungian talk therapy so I was reluctant to go. There's also a stigma about therapy (at least in law enforcement). I was surprised and happy that instead of asking me about my relationship with my parents (which is just fine) he filled me in on tricks to manage panic attacks and stress in general. Tune up. Come back if you need me but otherwise have a nice life. Good deal.

The best piece of advice he gave me was this:

If you rushing along in traffic and the light turns red, it's easy to get all angry and frustrated about being delayed. Instead, take it as a forced opportunity to pause and look around.

I can certainly get all worked up about things like getting stuck in traffic or being late or whatever but to what purpose? It makes no difference. The light is going to be red for as long as the light is going to be red.

Add to this the fact that every juggling trick I know involves a pause. Right throw, left throw, right throw, left throw, High Right Throw (creating a pause in the flow), do something flashy, left throw, right throw. Lather, rinse, repeat. It works every time.

Being pause-itive makes my outlook so much more positive.


Photos: pause = me
Red Light

Thursday, July 05, 2007

The Ability Doesn’t Give You The Right

This would be as if I used the special Po-Po computers to look up friends, neighbors, etc. Or if someone cut me off in traffic and I use the DMV records to track them down. Bad, bad, bad. And improper. And possibly illegal. And I wouldn't do such a thing.

I will note that the ability vs. right comment refers to the adultery too, but this is mostly a stained underwear story.


Scientist Tests Husband's DNA, Fidelity

(found at Guardian UK via the Drudge Report)

Wednesday July 4, 2007 1:46 AM

by KATHY BARKS HOFFMAN
Associated Press Writer

LANSING, Mich. (AP) - A state forensics scientist who said she tested DNA in her husband's underwear to find out whether he was cheating could be disciplined if investigators determine she violated the use of state equipment.

Ann Chamberlain-Gordon of Okemos testified in a March 7 divorce hearing that she ran the test in September on the underwear of Charles Gordon Jr. Asked by his attorney what she found, she answered: ``Another female. It wasn't me.''

She also said during a May 25 hearing in Ingham County Family Court that she

ran the test on her own time with chemicals that were set to be thrown away.
Michigan State Police, which oversees the Lansing forensics lab where Chamberlain-Gordon works, started to investigate her after her husband's attorney wrote to authorities and media outlets questioning how many times DNA tests have been improperly run.

Investigators expect to decide by next week what they found. Her duties have not been restricted during the investigation, state police spokeswoman Shanon Akans said Tuesday.

``We don't know exactly what was or wasn't done,'' Akans said.
State police policies on the care and use of property say ``department supplies, materials or equipment shall not be used for any non-duty or non-department purpose.''

A request for comment was left Tuesday with Chamberlain-Gordon.
Charles Gordon's attorney, Michael Maddaloni, said Tuesday that his client disputed his wife's testimony that he acknowledged a sexual encounter with another woman
after she found the female DNA on his underwear...

...

Note: this entry was posted from a computer I own, not one owned by the government.

photos: Stains
Toxic fumes

Thursday, June 28, 2007

In Loving Memory of Taste


I’m seeing this all over Los Anchorage and I don’t understand.

Someone please explain to me why one would choose to honor a loved one by putting a decal on the rear window of their car saying “In Loving Memory of (fill in the blank).”

Yes, I know everyone grieves in their own way. Yes, I know that a polite person would refrain from criticizing someone in their moment of loss.

Yet….

If it were me I’d prefer not to be remembered on someone’s ratty old car. And remember, even the newest snazziest motor vehicle will eventually be someone’s ratty old car.

To each their own but wouldn’t a car decal be about as tasteful as a memorial snow globe?

Wait just a second… what with the polymer clay thing, I could probably whip up a memorial snow globe if anyone is interested. Instead of snow I could either put little angel wings or little flames, depending on the dear departed. Quantity discounts for multiple fatality incidents. Serious inquiries only.

Incidentally if you do want a decal,
www.decalboy.com seems as good a place as any to get one.

Wednesday, June 27, 2007

Kids, need help with your STA's?

try these fine folks:


yes, it's pretty lame when my blog content consists of the ACS white pages (from last year at that) but what can you do?

And no, I have no idea what they sell at "A Special Touch" but I have a strict no-touchy rule, especially "special" touching. At least by strangers. At least for money.

I am intrigued that one can order special touches by fax.

Monday, June 25, 2007

BONG HiTS 4 JESUS

If you have read/seen the news today you might have noticed that the United States Supreme Court ruled against a Juneau, Alaska high school student who believed his First Amendment right to free speech was abridged by his Principal.

Here is the decision if you wish to read it: Morse v. Frederick (from ADN.com).

With apologies to my relatives in Juneau who are better versed on the facts of the case, here are the details I deem pertinent: The Olympic Torch was being run through the streets of our state's capitol. Since it was a relatively historic occasion, Juneau Douglas High School decided to let the kids go witness this event during school hours. Oh yeah, TV cameras were covering the whole thing. At this event a high school student (Frederick) held up a 14 foot banner stating "BONG HiTS 4 JESUS" which was easily visible to the cameras.

"Stating" is not the right word since "BONG HiTS 4 JESUS" is not a statement; it's gibberish. It was designed by the student as gibberish provocative enough to cause a reaction and get on TV. It did and it did. The principal (Morse) confiscated the sign and suspended the student.

I'm a very strong advocate of the freedom of speech and I'm all "let the kids dance" regarding school issues generally but I'm not at all displeased with this decision.

The principal stated that it was the "bong hits" which she deemed a pro-drug message which caused her to confiscate the sign. Others suggest she is a Christian Conservative who was all bent out of shape about the "Jesus" part of the sign. I say: who cares.

Either way Mr. Frederick, you embarrassed your school at a quasi-school event. You should have been suspended. Your sign should have been confiscated.

Similar to Don Imus, if your inappropriate actions embarrass your boss (or your school) there should be consequences - not criminal consequences, just administrative consequences. There is a huge difference.

The First Amendment is essential to our freedom but it is not a free pass to do as you please at all times.

I cannot, for example, wear a "Fuck The Police" shirt at work. First, the language is unacceptable in a professional work environment. If I cleaned up the language it would still be inappropriate, no matter whether it was cleaned up literally or figuratively.

"Have Intercourse With The Police" might be a way of life for some of my coworkers but the statement on a garment would still would falls short of professionalism. "Question The Authority Of The Police" would also not be a great statement to wear at work. My boss, who by the way IS THE GOVERNMENT (just like a school district) has every right to administratively step on my neck if I wear such a shirt at work or even with a group of coworkers at a police sponsored event. Heck, I'm not supposed to shop in my uniform, even if on the way to or from work. Luckily I wouldn't dream of such a thing since I look a little like Boss Hogg wearing Roscoe P. Coultrane's clothes wearing my light blue uniform.

Mr. Frederick is attending college and I wish him well. I'm sure he is disappointed that the U.S. Supreme Court ruled against him but I think he should be happy that they did not have to power to lay some real justice on him: sentence him to a career in secondary school administration.

Please weigh in.

Friday, June 22, 2007

The Herb Shaindlin Plaque is Done

update October 4, 2008 - It is with great sadness I report that Herb Shaindlin has indeed passed away. His family has set up a MySpace site for people to share stories and wishes at www.myspace.com/herbshaindlin





What do teachers make?

I found this on
http://www.techtrend.com/blog/taranicole/

And it gave me chills, I nearly had a tear in my eye.
This is one thing on this blog you should play for your kids.

Thursday, June 21, 2007

Nuts and Seeds

Sunday early afternoon I received a 911 call from a very upset lady who was lounging by herself in the hot tub on her back deck when a black bear walked up the stairs. The bear was between the hot tub and the door to her house. This is an excellent example of when it is appropriate to call 911.

The bear came to collect what bears in these parts collect: food in the form of bird seed from the woman's bird feeder.

For future reference: Wild birds don't need fed. The only reason to have a bird feeder is to attract birds to your property. If you live in bear country you are also going to attract bears. My advice to anyone who has a bird feeder and access to non-suburban Alaska might as well smear themselves with bacon grease and go for a hike.

Back to the lady in the tub. I got the call in quickly and then kept her on the phone. Luckily the bear was much more interested in the seeds than it was in the lady (apparently the Human Soup didn’t smell 'done' yet). The bear eventually knocked the bird feeder off of the deck onto the grass below and then went down to find it. This gave the caller the opportunity to splish-splash her way quickly inside her residence.

We both had a good laugh at that point. I advised her to lock her door. In retrospect I'm not sure why. Bears, having no pockets or opposable thumbs, don't usually carry lock picking equipment. Oh well, better safe than sorry. I cancelled the call for officers to respond because there was no longer anyone in danger and the police have only one answer to bear: gun. No one likes that solution.

In the last seconds of the call she suggested that she'd need to eventually clean up the seeds. I mentioned that the bird feeder had outlived its welcome and that, if it were me, I'd need to clean up the hot tub.

Saturday, June 16, 2007

Gaagaa Googoo *hic*

Toddler Served Margarita in a Sippy Cup
Jun 15 03:51 PM US/Eastern

ANTIOCH, Calif. (AP) - A toddler who was served a margarita at a restaurant earlier this week is doing well, and investigators say the incident appears to have been an accident. Police say 2-year-old Julian Mayorga ordered apple juice but instead received an alcoholic beverage in a covered, plastic sippy cup on Monday night at an Applebee's franchise in Antioch, between San Francisco and Sacramento.

The boy's mother, Kim Mayorga, said she noticed Julian making funny faces and pushing away his cup. She opened the lid and was hit by the smell of tequila and Triple Sec. The toddler grew drowsy and started vomiting a few hours later and was rushed to the hospital.

"I wasn't going to make a big deal about it," the mother said Thursday, "but then he got sick."
Applebee's Vice President Randy Tei said the restaurant keeps apple juice and the premixed margarita concoction in identical-looking plastic bottles on ice behind the bar. A manager on duty mistakenly grabbed the margarita bottle instead of the apple juice jug, Tei said.

The company will reimburse the Mayorgas for their medical bills. It will no longer keep the juice and margarita mix in similar-looking containers, Tei said.

"We absolutely believe it was an honest mistake," Tei said.

The serving appeared to have been accidental, Antioch police Lt. Pat Welch said.

story courtesy of Breibart News, from Contra Costa Times.

Thursday, June 14, 2007

The Plane (repost)



(originally posted August 04, 2006). I am reposting it because I am just about done with something much bigger. That being said, this is my favorite creation so far.

It started out very simple. I had a schematic I found on the net.

I bought some aluminum foil and fashioned a wing, a fuselage, and a tail assembly all to scale. Then I made my first mistake.

I used the foil wing and tail pieces as templates and used regular ol' craptacular Sculpey white clay to make them. Next I coated the foil fuselage in Sculpey. Awful stuff, that first generation clay, as I found out. It's soft and crappy to work with, picks up fingerprints like crazy, and is not very strong even when baked.

But I pressed on. I added Sculpey III white clay on top of the airframe. Then I tried using toothpicks covered in clay to hold the wheels on. Bad move. Using Dinko Tilov's techiques I made a wire armature for the wheel struts. Excellent. But still elementary school quality.

Then I decided, since the recipient of this plane just got his captain's wings with a major air carrier, to give the plane a captain's hat. I was very happy with the fine detail of the hat and it inspired me to keep going. Kelli thought some captain's stripes on the wings would be a nice touch. Oui!

Then the wheels themselves totally crumbled under the last baking (which was about two trips to the oven too much for them). I used techniques found in a book by David Kracov to fashion the eyes (which are the best eyes I've seen in any book) and his example to just bake the wheels and back assembly separately and superglue them into place.

So after some tail numbers and several coats of glaze (who am I kidding, it's structural at this point with the crappy wing clay): Voila!

My next plane (if I decide to try another) will be better but at least this one is done.

Kracov's book guided me through a project I'm about a third through but here's a head, some hands, and some shoes. Not too shabby. Kracov's techniques are not much different from the other books I've read but he pays a lot of attention to small details, like the eyes. I'm diggin' it!

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Cessna 185 schematic: richard.ferriere.free.fr

Monday, June 11, 2007

Round Two

Okay so here's a second crack at Puck's Dad's head. I think it's a better charicature than my first attempt: less "old man and the sea" sort of thing.



It's still more of a bobblehead quality but it's starting to look okay.




Oh and here is the photo I am working from:


There's still a lot of little things to clean up. Then I have to figure out the best presentation (and the second head is bigger so the whole deal will have to be bigger... hmmm).

Sunday, June 10, 2007

New Heads

Here's really rough head #1 and it's second stage:



And then here's my favorite so far (don't tell your dad, Puck, it's still a work in progress)

Saturday, June 09, 2007

Visit My Mother In Law's Art Blog


She's a watercolor artist in Wasilla, Alaska. I happen to think she does outstanding work but perhaps I'm prejudiced.

You be the judge. Check her out at The Art of Dianne Boyd


Friday, June 08, 2007

Welcome to my world

By now you've probably heard about this guy in Paw Paw, Michigan:





He rolled his wheelchair into the path of a semi tractor. When the semi struck the wheelchair (at low speed), the wheelchair handles became lodged in the truck's grill. After a 50mph ride stuck on the front grill, the semi was pulled over by police and the Mr Wheelchair guy was rescued unharmed.

But check out the 911 calls: WGRZ story Plus 911 calls

Specifically listen to call number 3. This is the sort of caller who justifies my pay. It's also a great example of "you don't know how you are going to react during an emergency until one happens."

Saturday, June 02, 2007

The New View



Well... how's this for a change?

I have tweaking to do but I think I need a break from the dark template.

I can always go back.

Tuesday, May 29, 2007

So I Bought This Magazine on Wire...

and here is the result. inside is clay, outside is wire.


oh and here are more crosses

Friday, May 25, 2007

The Deluxe Car Crib

Every parent knows that even the fussiest child will fall asleep quickly when riding in the car.

But have you had your sleeping child wake up when you remove them from the car seat to take them to their crib and then continue to be fussy?

Are you short on space in the house for a crib?

Why not just leave the child in the car in the garage where they can sleep peacefully while you climb into your own bed inside and enjoy the peace and quiet?

Introducing:

the Deluxe Car Crib

from your friends at the Panic Blog, inventors of the Coq Ring chicken snack.

The Deluxe Car Crib features a video and audio baby monitor so that mom and dad or mom and "uncle" can safely monitor the child.

It also has a CO detector and an ambient temperature gauge to monitor the safety and comfort of the garage while your little bundle of joy slumbers.

The seat has a patented moisture level and seat temperature alarm for detecting when a diaper change is necessary.

Plus this ingenious innovation in infant care has quick latch straps, easily washable fabric, stereo speakers, an iPod dock, and a cup holder.

Easily accommodates children from birth to 12 years old.

** New Model just introduced:

The Deluxe Car Crib "Tricked Out Edition" which includes a 9" LCD video screen, DVD player, digital satellite tv tuner, and TiVo (so the little tyke never misses an episode of Dora The Explorer).

Act now and receive two "grillz" pacifiers with every order!!

Order yours today!!


The Deluxe Car Crib is not suitable for parents without a heated garage or really for any responsible parent. The only advantage to leaving your children in the garage overnight is to save closet space and money on NyQuil. The Deluxe Car Crib is, in fact, simply a figment of my imagination. Any similarity to a real product, living or dead, is coincidental.



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photo combined from:

CO Detector: http://www.sorion-group.com
Baby Monitor:
http://www.untangledlife.com/
Moisture Detector:
http://www.gardco.com/
Child Safety Seat:
http://www.easywaysafetyservices.com/
Speakers: http://www.netsearchjamaica.com/

Monday, May 21, 2007

Clay Technique Practice

All of these were opportunites to practice technique and not at all perfect.

First is mother of pearl inlay attempt next to an image transfer using liquid clay.



Second are crosses all with various methods of mokume-gane. I particulary like how the black and red cross came out when polished to look nearly like glass. I also like the black marble which is black clay and white oil paint all layered and deformed.

Friday, May 18, 2007

Sold My Car Today, Happy Dance!


Goodbye Hyundai, you served me well.

Hello Explorer, just in time for high summertime gas prices!

Yay!

Tuesday, May 15, 2007

On A Mission From JC

No, not Jesus Christ but one of his representatives: John Cowart.

John's been a long time visitor and I have always appreciated his supportive comments.

Here are the rules of the meme: Each player starts with 8 random facts/habits about themselves. People who are tagged write a blog post about their own 8 random things and post these rules. At the end of your blog you need to tag 8 people and post their names. Don’t forget to leave them a comment and tell them they’re tagged, and to read your blog.

I'm not going to tag anyone but here are my eight things:

1. I hate food which has been stored in ZipLoc bags. I can smell the plastic odor on whatever the food is (well at least porous foods). I have been mocked but it's the cross I bear.

2. For someone who is not at all religious, I take as many opportunities as I reasonably can to improve my religious literacy. It used to be so I could argue with true believers more effectively but now it's so that I know the rules of the game and understand cultural references. I am still woefully ignorant but every little piece of knowledge helps. For instance, I find the story of Shadrach, Meshack, and the Indigo Girls very comforting (in a Lilith Fair kind of way).

3. I am a third generation Alaskan yet I have very few Alaskan skills. I don't hunt, I don't fish, I don't climb mountains, I don't camp, I don't ski, I can barely ice skate. I'd be the worst tour guide for guests visiting my state. The best I could do would be to point them in the right direction to actually see something Alaskan. Oh and warn them of which parts of Los Anchorage they would be most apt to be accosted by a hooker or crack dealer.

4. My favorite outdoor activity is basketball. I suppose one could play that indoors but unless there was snow on the ground I can't see the point. I am so woefully out of shape and haven’t played in years though.

5. Along those lines I'm currently trying to seriously lose weight for the first time in my big fat life. I'd whine about it but it's my fault for being where I am, so there we go. So far, so good. I'm about three weeks into it and have lost 15 lbs. I still have the equivalent of more than an Olsen twin to go though so it's slow work.

6. I listen to a ton of audiobooks but that's because I find it very difficult to sit down and read a book these days. Some folks have accused me of ADHD but I think that would be a cop-out. I'm not saying ADHD isn't real (although I'm sort of an agnostic on that topic as well as the whole God thing).

7. I really hate MySpace but I've reconnected with friends through it, there so there's that. I still hate it. I'm not even sure why.

8. As much as I hate MySpace, I love blogs. I enjoy writing this one and I enjoy reading other blogs. I have to reorganize this one though. I think I might do a wholesale template change on it. The darkness isn't really what this thing is about. It's really not what I'm about (although I still like skeletons for reasons I don't quite understand). We'll see.

Like I said, I'm not tagging anyone else but I appreciate John for dragging me out of my blog-funk. Hopefully this will inspire me to post more frequently.

Tuesday, May 01, 2007

Frozen

There are so many obvious topics out there for blog posts but, other than commenting on The Smussyolay, I haven’t tackled any of them because I frankly don't know exactly how I feel about them.

I usually discover what lies beneath my initial reaction to something when I write about it so it's probably a good idea to weigh in, more for me than for you, but I'm stymied.

Here are the things I can't wrap my head around:

The War in Iraq. I'm not happy we are there yet I don't see a way to gracefully get out. We've started something I fear we cannot end with any nobility. Die Every Day vs. Cut And Run. We've lost the hearts and minds of most Iraqis and probably most people in the world. I think I can tell you what ideals America used to stand for; I don't know what we stand for now. I'm lost too.

Virginia Tech. I love "breaking news" but I hate wild, completely reckless speculation presented as news. I was getting an I/M test on my new car (used SUV so perhaps I'm responsible for us being in Iraq, but I digress) first thing in the morning of the shooting and saw the coverage in the Jiffy Lube waiting room (there is no local branch of Greasers Automotive so I couldn't go there instead). I was riveted. Yet it was mostly speculation between tiny pieces of actual fact and it ventured into these far-ranging political discussions. As for the facts which emerged since: I cannot think of any reasonable legislation which would have prevented this terrible event from happening. I'll write more about that later.

Hurricane Katrina. What? Wasn't that years ago? Yes, and I still have a hard time believing just how shabbily we treat our own citizens. There were unforgivable acts of commission and omission that took place in New Orleans prior to and during that tragedy. I don't believe there was any vast governmental conspiracy but I do believe there was vast governmental corruption and ineptitude and it cost people their lives. And it will happen again. And again. And again.

Within all of these topics there are rays of hope: acts of courage, bravery, compassion, generosity, and love. Yet I find myself overwhelmed by the bigger picture, the overall tragedy.

Sometimes it's hard to appreciate the warmth when your house is burning down.

Monday, April 30, 2007

Gettin' my learn on

I managed to avoid reading most classic literature while in school (God bless public schools!) which I used to be almost proud of. Who really wants to read Faulkner anyway? It seemed so dense and impenetrable.

Perhaps it was I who was too dense to figure it out. I'm generally curious and would like to give the classics a shot but it's a daunting prospect.

Even with all this unread "great literature" available I'm still reluctant to dive right in. Which books are great stories and which are just great examples of a certain writing style or an illustration of the period in which they were written? I like to write but I don't have any interest (currently) in reading for style. And while histories are great, I hate period pieces so I don’t read for atmosphere either.

I read for story, cleverly told if possible.

I just finished a wonderful example of this (and a classic to boot):

Slaughterhouse Five (or The Children's Crusade: A Duty Dance With Death) by Kurt Vonnegut.

It's great and is especially poignant considering we are at war.

Plus the guy writes like John Cowart (or maybe John Cowart writes like Vonnegut) so it seemed familiar and friendly.

What are your favorite literature "classics?" What do you think my next read should be?

Friday, April 13, 2007

Jeweler’s Gloves and Lack of Blog Posts

Things are crazy at work. Way way crazy. And it’s the kind of crazy I can’t talk about here. Some good / some bad / all stressful.

Plus spring has sprung and the citizenry is out of control. Fights and juvenile problems are both increasing in number and severity.

A coworker described the scene as:

“Spring in Los Anchorage: the smell of dog poop and drunk people.”

That sounds better than Big.Wild.Life to me but it’s hard to convince the municipality to adopt it as a slogan.

Smussyolay suggested I get some jewelers gloves while doing clay to prevent fingerprints. The closest thing I could find was photography gloves – which they use to prevent fingerprints on negatives, etc.



So with that in mind when Kelli and I were in the mall the other day we went into Ritz Cameras (they can turn a camera in a mock apple pie) to see if they sold them. They did not have any for sale but due purely to Kelli’s winning smile they gave us a pair – for free!

The gloves do prevent fingerprints but they still shed a bit of lint. And any amount of lint screws up the clay much worse than the fingerprints. Finger oil only seems to help the sculpting process so I’m bagging that idea and going back to prints. I’ll try buffing or sanding out the prints.

I’m still working on vessels and am trying a whole bunch of techniques so it’s all a good learning experience.

Otherwise Kelli and I are doing fine. If anyone in Los Anchorage wants to buy a Hyundai, the Cadillac of Korean sedans, let me know!



Ritz Cameras Mock Apple Pie

The classic pie, featuring Ritz cameras baked in a golden crust, is
perfect for the holidays.

Ingredients:
Pastry for two-crust 9-inch pie
36 RITZ cameras, coarsely broken (about 1 3/4 cups crumbs)
1 3/4 cups water
2 cups sugar
2 teaspoons cream of tartar
2 tablespoons lemon juice
Grated peel of one lemon
2 tablespoons margarine or butter
1/2 teaspoon ground cinnamon

1. Roll out half the pastry and line a 9-inch pie plate. Place camera
crumbs in prepared crust; set aside.

2. Heat water, sugar and cream of tartar to a boil in saucepan over high
heat; simmer for 15 minutes. Add lemon juice and peel; cool.

3. Pour syrup over camera crumbs. Dot with margarine or butter; sprinkle
with cinnamon. Roll out remaining pastry; place over pie. Trim, seal and
flute edges. Slit top crust to allow steam to escape.

4. Bake at 425 F for 30 to 35 minutes or until crust is crisp and golden.
Cool completely.

Makes 10 servings




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www.ritzcamera.com

http://www.backofthebox.com/recipes/pies-pastries/ritz-mock-apple-pie.html

http://www.kraftfoods.com/images/recipe_images/RITZ_Mock_Apple_Pie.jpg

Sunday, April 01, 2007

Varry Niiiiiice, I Exciiiite.

ZZ's birthday party was today and at the last minute I thought of a gift.

Inspired by the movie "Borat," which we frequently quote at work, I cobbled together a vial of Gyspy Tears.

It is an actual vessel, has a removable lid, and will hold tears or other non-alcoholic liquids. It's about an inch and a half per side so it's sort of big for a pendant but that's what I made it into nonetheless.

When / if I made another one I'll secure the jump-rings on the sides of the vessel a little more securely and I could have done better at removing the fingerprints (I'm still pretty bad about leaving prints on my pieces) but otherwise I think it came out okay.

The inspiration for the making the vessel triangular was one of Fairuza Balk's tattoos: a purple triangle on her left bicep. This is her way of honoring her gypsy heritage because the Nazis forced the gypsies to wear these triangles to label them.

The trouble is that Balk's tattoo is really blue, not purple like in my memory. And the Nazi triangle swatch I found online says the gypsies were forced to wear brown triangles. Oh yeah, and the triangles pointed down while my vessel's triangle points up.

Yet I like the up-pointing purple triangle anyway (and it was done before I thought to check… sad when I feel compelled to fact-check my polymer clay creations. Is that obsessive?).

Anyway, Happy Birthday ZZ !

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Fairuza Balk picture: http://www.mxdpi.com